Chiller Part Six: By the Pricking of my Thumb
by Gillen1962
Summary: Scotty demands to see Brooke. Connor and Annie discuss Port Charles. Maxie is fed up. Peter grows closer to his online friend. Sonny and Carly are back together again. Terry confronts Carol. An old face returns to town. TJ wants to sue the Port Charles Police Department. Ava tells Sam and friends a ghost story


_Chiller Part Six: By the Pricking of my Thumb_

Scotty Baldwin pressed the gate buzzer at the Taub Mansion. The intercom crackled. "Yes, how may we help you?"

"I'm looking for my sister." Scotty said. "Brooke Bentley"

"I am sorry Sir, there is no Brooke Bentley in the residence" The voice said than snapped off.

Scotty Pushed the button. "Look buddy I know she is in there. I want to speak with her."

"I am sorry Sir."

Scotty pressed the buzzer once more this time the voice snapped. "Sir, you need to move along, or we will be forced to call the police."

Scotty stormed off before someone released the hounds

Joss had been talking with her online friend for nearly an hour. She had been so excited when she had gotten the phone call that Mom and Sonny were getting back together that she had ran up to her room. Thoughts of calling Cam or Gina or Dev did not enter her head. She needed to contact him. And they had now spent an hour typing increasingly intimate messages back and forth.

They had grown closer and closer. He still thought she was nineteen. And she had not shown him her full face yet, afraid that the baby fat on it would give away her age and she would lose him. But she had shown him most everything else.

"I am happy that you are happy baby" he typed.

"Thanks."

"How about a nice photo of that booty to celebrate LOL"

Joss sent a smiley emoji then got up and made sure the door was locked.

Carly sat up in the bed pulling the sheet up with her as she did. She smiled over at Sonny who lay with his head resting on his arm. "So, tell me more about this new internet business? What does Jason think?"

"Jason does not know" said Sonny. He spotted Emily, who had been Jason's sister when she was alive walk into the room and sit down on the day bed.

"What?"

Sonny shrugged. "Jason is making a new life for himself outside of the business and while nothing in what I personally am doing with this idea is illegal, he may not approve."

"You mean that witch Rovena may not approve." Snapped Carly.

"Jason seems to like her."

"It is more that he is obsessed with her. He has taken her side over mine more than once, something he never did with Sam. If your new venture is going to be successful you need Jason, he has to remember where his loyalty lies."

Sonny waved his hand. "Leave him be Carly, he is happy with her and happy handling any of the legitimate end of the Construction Business he deserves it. He was a good soldier for a long time."

"He is more than a soldier, he is your friend, your brother."

Sonny nodded. "Exactly. If he was just a soldier like Max, I would just cut him off and let him go totally, but he is my brother, so there is always a place here for him, doing what he wants to do."

"Is there any danger in this new idea?" Carly asked.

"Maybe a little"

"Then you will need Jason. Who will watch your back?"

Sonny smiled thinly. "Despite a lot of water under the bridge in many ways Dev is even better suited for that. He is on the PCPD, he is deathly afraid of me, and he knows that that fear is a good thing, he has no large powerful family of his own watching his back, he is both a good protector, a perfect fall guy and totally expendable."

Carly thought for a moment. "Still if it were not for that girl."

"Leave her be, Carly, she is the one who took out Shehu we owe her. "

"hmmm" Said Carly then turned. "Okay tell me about this new venture."

TJ Ashford sat in the interrogation room of the Port Charles Police Department. His mother Chief of the PCPD Cyber Crimes unit sat across from him.

Jordan looked at her son and sighed "TJ, you are free to go."

"I am not going any where until I talk to a lawyer." TJ Said.

"Mac is reprimanding the security officers who brought you in and is having a meeting with the agency director."

"Why does Harbor View have their own police?" TJ asked.

Jordan shook her head. "You know that crime has increased dramatically in Port Charles and so there are neighborhoods that went and hired private security, they and their officers get cleared by the PCPD and then handle standard patrol, they are supposed to call the PCPD if there are any real problems."

"And using a taser on a young black man is not considered a real problem?"

"You know better than that" Jordan said to her son. "Mac, Laura, Robert none of us will tolerate racism within the PCPD or from anyone who works with us"

"But that is exactly what went on here, and you want me to go home. I want a lawyer; I want to be booked and processed. I want those guys to have to stand there and state why they thought they should tase me."

The door of the interrogation room opened, and Robert Scorpio the Port Charles District Attorney stepped in. "That is not going to happen TJ, as the DA I decide if a case is going to court and my office is not picking this up."

TJ Scoffed. "Fine, but this is not over."

He looked out the glass window of the room and saw his girl friend Molly Cassadine-Davis, her mother Alexis and her Uncle Valentin in the waiting area.

"My lawyer is here; can I go and speak to her?" He asked.

"You don't need a lawyer Son" Jordan said. "No one is pressing chargers."

"Maybe" TJ said. "And on a level, I appreciate that Mom, Mr. Scorpio, but I am suing."

He got up and walked out of the room his mother and the DA right behind him. Molly raced into his arms. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. I appreciate you coming down this quickly." He reached his hand out to Valentin. "Mr. Cassadine, thank you."

Valentin nodded. "No need to thank me. The Cassadine's take care of their own." Valentin looked at Robert "Scorpio" he said with a nod.

"Cassadine"

Alexis smiled. "Is TJ being released?"

"Yes" said Jordan.

"Good." Alexis commented.

"So, there is no reason for you all to be here, you can go on back to Spoon Island and I will take TJ home."

Alexis shook her head. It was an odd internal feeling to be lumped in with the Cassadine clan, something that she had not been part of in decades, but which felt very much like a return home. "And have the security personal that attacked my client been arrested?"

"On what charge" Robert asked.

"Assault" Alexis said. "We have established that TJ did nothing wrong, yet they physically assaulted them. Have they been booked?"

Robert shook his head. "Under their contract with the city they have the same rights as a PCPD officer in cases like this."

"Which are?"

"They cannot be questioned about the incident for forty-eight hours; they have a right to a union lawyer present when they are."

Alexis shook her head. "Just so we are clear they are contracted as an employee of the city?"

"More or less" Robert answered.

"Good to know who the deep pocket is." Alexis said with a smile.

Molly took TJ by the arm "I called Dillon and Lulu; we are booked on Good Morning Port Charles first thing tomorrow."

"No" Jordan snapped. "TJ you cannot."

"Why not Mom?" TJ said. "Am I supposed to roll over like a good little colored boy and take that kind of abuse?"

"It is not that simple" Snapped Jordan.

"yeah it is." He looked at Alexis. "Can we continue this at Wyndemere?"

"Certainly."

Jordan touched her son's arm. He turned and hugged her. "I am sorry Mom."

"Come on home and talk to Curtis and me about this." She said. "Don't go with them."

TJ smiled. "I'm not discussing this here. I'm sorry. Call Uncle Curtis and you guys can meet us on Spoon Island."

He turned to Valentin and said. "is that all right Sir?'

"Of course. Let's sit and have a family meeting and discuss your options, Son" Valentin said smiling at Jordan.

She began to make a reply but caught herself and said. "Fine. I will call Curtis."

Terry Randolph sat next to Diane Miller at the conference table at the office of Baldwin, Miller, Davis and Baldwin.

"Are you ready for this?" Diane asked her.

Terry nodded. "Yes."

Diane pressed the intercom button and said. "Send them in."

Four people walked into the room. Terry assumed that the middle age couple were the parents of Raymond McCarthy, a young man who had died of cancer, John and Mary McCarthy. They were the pones who had filed this absurd lawsuit against her.

There contention was that if she had not been transgender, she would have been hired by Mercy Hospital, the religious based institution where they had brought their son and that if she had been hired, her skills in pediatric oncology would have saved their son's life.

She had reviewed the medical charts and as much as she was loathe to admit it, the doctors who had treated young Raymond had made several decisions, that she herself would not have made, and failed to make some choices that she would have made, and that these choices could have led to the boy's death,

The contention of the McCarthy's was that her being transgender was a choice and a mental health disorder and that as a doctor she owed it to her patience and potential patience to have her mental health 'problem" treated.

Terry looked at the gray haired elderly man who accompanied the McCarthy's. She had to assume he was their lawyer. He smiled as he entered and reached his hand out to Diane.

"Ms. Miller, such a pleasure to meet you, I'm Mitch Williams"

"Governor" Diane said with a smiled "So nice to meet you."

"It's been many years since I was Governor, and District Attorney here in Port Charles, please call me Mitch."

Diane nodded and looked at Terry.

Terry for her part could not take her eyes from the short woman in the black business suit who entered just behind the McCarthy's and Williams.

Diane looked at the woman and shook her head. "I have to object to Dr. Cressman being here, this is a preliminary meeting and bringing your so called expert witness in is premature."

"Carol" Terry said

"Terrance." Dr. Cressman replied.

"Terry"

"Call yourself what you want you are who you are Terrance." Carol responded.

Terry began to reply but Diane cut her off. "Okay that is enough. If you intend to depose Dr. Cressman later in this matter that I insist she leave immediately."

"We will not speak without Dr. Cressman present" Snapped John McCarthy. "She will correct all the politically correct nonsense your client and you will try to sprout."

"I suggest you silence your client Mitch" Diane said with a flare.

"And I suggest you have yours accept her identification" Williams retorted.

"And this meeting is over." Diane said snapping a file closed. " Show yourself and your clients out Williams."

Williams nodded to his clients and they began to leave.

"Terrance" Carol said grabbing Terry's arm as she passed.

Annie Donnelly smiled at her brother Connor as they walked around the new sound stage at what was once the Outback Nightclub.

"Feeling nostalgic" She asked.

Connor Olivera smiled. "Yes, I remember when this was Mac's club and I worked here as a bartender, and spent my time avoiding immigration."

Annie shook her head. "I never understood that, Dad is an American Citizen, why would immigration be after you?"

"Because Dad, did not know he was Dad, back then and neither did immigration."

"Worse government agency ever" Annie said laughing.

Connor looked at all the new equipment then turned and walked over to where the bar had been. He stepped behind a large audio counsel.

"This is where the bar was"

"Cool" Annie said faking interest.

Connor noticed and smiled. "The new streaming service is going to shoot some original music video here, featuring some local talent. Dillon has asked me to produce them."

"Your stay in Port Charles, keeps extending Brother." Annie said with a smile.

Connor shrugged. "I was at loose ends since the club in Berlin closed. I mean it was fun visiting Dad and Tiffany in Ireland, but it looks weird for a forty year old guy to be living in his parents basement."

"They live in a castle Brother; the basement is a dungeon."

The siblings laughed.

"So, is this Port Charles thing permanent now?" She asked.

"Maybe, is it for you?"

Annie smiled. "As much as any place is for an active WSB agent, someday down the road there will be another assignment, but Port Charles has been a hot bed for spy craft for decades so this will last a while."

Connor nodded. "It has been years since I lived here, so much has changed. I had lunch with Mac and Felicia yesterday and they tried to bring me up to speed but there were so many new names and complicated relationships, it almost made me sad."

"So" Annie said. "Don't look at it as a place where you used to live, look at it as a place that you may live now. It seems to me you are already making new friends."

Connor laughed. "Not really, I have known Ethan and Lucky for years, just not from here, well, Lucky I did know but he was a kid."

I didn't mean The Spencer Boys, I meant EMO."

"Sam?" Connor said smiling.

"Did some one call my name?" Sam McCall said as she stepped into the studio

"EMO" Shouted Annie as she raced over and hugged Sam. "How you doing?"

Sam shook her head; she would never get use to Annie's enthusiasm about everything but she supposed that they were now friends after a fashion so she hugged her back

Connor smiled. "Did I miss lunch? I thought we were meeting at the rib?"

Sam smiled. "We were supposed to, but my Aunt Ava, called me, she says she has a painting that you may like for Luke's Club and she wants to talk to me about Edward Hopper and Happy Valley."

Annie cocked her head. "Punk rock band out of Edinboro right?"

Connor laughed, "That was Dade Cooper and the Happy Meadows"

"Oh yeah."

Peter August smiled at the picture on his phone. His 'friend' from the web site had sent a very cute picture of her butt. He snapped the phone off as Jaspar Jacks and Hayden Barnes entered his office.

He stood up and shook their hands. "I am not quite sure what I can do for the two of you." He said as he pointed to the chairs in front of his desk.

Jax smiled. "it is not what you can do for us, but a proposition from us to you."

"And what would that be?"

"Aurora would like to buy you out of the Invader and assume your debt to Prescott Floyd's organization." Jax said.

"And as a bonus keep you on as editor in chief." Hayden Added.

Peter sat back in his chair and raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

Maxie Jones rubbed her eyes. This photographer was driving her nuts. And she hated the location. Shooting deception layouts on the docks of Port Charles was becoming cliché for her. At first, she thought that there would be a branding in doing the shoots down here, using her fashion designs and Carly's models set against the backdrop of the docks. But the more she saw of it the more she hated it. Maybe she had just grown use to the Port Charles docks over the years, there was nothing mysterious or deceptive about them any more.

She supposed she could use the buildings around Sonyea but there was a huge difference between mysterious and downright dangerous.

She yelled over to her photographer. "Keep shooting, do your best. I need to take a break and think."

He nodded without even missing a click.

She had walked about three blocks from the docks and was nearing the Logan Hayes Center when she spotted Michael Quartermaine the CEO of ELQ.

"Hi Michael, what brings you to this end of town?"

Michael gave her a friendly hug and said, "I am on my way to the Jerome Gallery. Franco said that he left the sketches of the portrait of Alan that he is doing for Monica with Ava and I am going to bring them over to her personally to review."

"May I walk with you?" She asked. "I am out trying to clear my head…. hmmm I wonder if I should get Franco to do a portrait of BJ for Mom and Aunt Bobbie?"

"It seems that is his new niche, come take a look at these, and if he is around, we may be able to get to his studio and see the work he is doing on the one of Lila and Edward."

Maxie smiled and fell into step beside Michael

Franco Baldwin was not at his studio however he was still at Kelly's diner with his wife Elizabeth, sister Serena and her boyfriend Drew Cain. They had been enjoying an extended lunch and each other's company. Elizabeth had been somewhat sad, wishing her brother Steven would join them, but knowing that currently Steven's life was far from theirs.

Drew was telling a story of a recently released memory of a flight he had taken with several other Navy Seals and a very nervous diplomat over Kandahar when Franco and Serena's father Scott entered the diner.

He raced over kissed Serena on the cheek, patted Liz's shoulder and said. "Good just the people I was looking for."

"What's up Dad" Serena asked.

Scotty pulled a chair over, turned it around and sat down. He leaned over the table and said. "I want to break into the Malkooth Embassy."

Curtis Ashford had mixed feelings about Wyndemere and Valentin Cassadine, but Nina Reeves, Valentin's wife was one of his closest friends, and after speaking with his wife Jordan and hearing what had happened to TJ, he was more than willing to put aside his apprehensions. He knocked on the door of Wyndemere and was surprised when Valentin himself answered the door.

"Ashford" He said holding out his hand. "Good of you to come"

"What else would I do Cassadine?" He said returning the handshake.

Valentin nodded. "Come on everyone else is in the library."

As they entered. Jordan came over and gave her husband a hug. "Hi you"

"Hi" He said then nodded around the room at Nina, Molly, Alexis Davis and TJ

TJ smiled at his Uncle/Stepfather. "Did Mom brief you?"

"Yes." He said.

"We are discussing my options in a lawsuit." TJ added.

"We are discussing if you should sue" Jordan corrected.

"Why wouldn't he?" Curtis said quickly and then caught his wife's eye. Clearly, she had other thoughts.

"Any number of reasons, let's start with lawsuits are expensive."

"Money is not an issue" Said Valentin.

"Not for you people" Snapped Jordan. "But for us it is."

"TJ is a paladin of the Cassadine Family" Nina said. "It is our obligation to pay for this."

"A what?" Jordan said with a laugh. "What damn century do you people have my son living in?"

"Jordan" Curtis said softly.

Alexis coughed. "I will handle the case pro bono"

"Why?" Asked Jordan.

Alexis smiled. "Because I can. It's my right as an attorney to charge or not. I choose not to charge in this matter."

"There are still court costs" Jordan said.

"Which are minimal and which I can afford, I do get paid for being an intern" TJ Answered.

"And you think you still will be one, when you bring a lawsuit against two private security guards hired to patrol a neighborhood in Port Charles where the Quartermaine's are the most prominent family?" Jordan snapped.

"You can not be saying you think that Monica Quartermaine would support this kind of racism" Alexis asked.

"Why not?" Jordan said. "Look TJ, all you are going to do is bring more trouble down on your own head."

"Mom!"

"Don't Mom me" Jordan said. " Your girlfriend there, the Cassadine princess has already set you up to be on TV tomorrow, you are about to become the target for every racist in Western New York, the poster boy for uppity black kids, and your rich white girl friend is not going to be one single bit of help."

"Jordan!" Barked Curtis. "That is enough."

Diane Miller threw Terry a hard look. "Dr. Randolph?"

"Carol" terry repeated. "is this necessary?"

"It was unnecessary for Raymond McCarthy to die, if you had stuck to your therapy, if you had even tried to work the program." Carol answered.

Terry shook her head sadly. "If I had lived a lie."

Dr. Cressman shrugged her shoulders. "If it would have been a lie, it would have been a lie that would have allowed a young man to live. And your oath is first do no harm."

"I could not have predicted."

"Of course, you could have, Terry, you could have predicted the harm that your choice would make, maybe not to Raymond McCarthy, but to your parents, to your brothers and to me."

"Enough!" Yelled Diane. "Governor Williams, get your client out of here, now"

"Come along Carol, there will be a day to say this all, but it is not today." Williams said as he took Carol by the arm and led her out, the McCarthy's right on his heel.

Terry placed her head on the conference table and sobbed a little. Diane, never the most sympathetic of lawyers sat down next to her and put her arm around Terry's shoulder.

"So, you want to purchase my remaining stake in the Invader?" Peter August said looking at Jax. "You understand that Prescott Floyd's organization controls the editorial page?'

Jax nodded and looked at Hayden who spoke. "Yes, we do, but he does not control the editorial board of the rest of Aurora media. If we take control of the Invader and fold your web site into ours, Floyd would be able to use just one section of the site to advance his editorial viewpoint."

Peter smiled. "But everything else, would be Aurora's point of view."

Jax nodded. "And as an employee of Aurora media we could even assign you to write one of the counter editorials elsewhere on the site."

"So basically, you would be marginalizing Floyd and his view point."

"Exactly" Said Jax "and our assumption is sooner or later he will cut his losses and run."

Peter sat back in his chair. He did not think that Prescott Floyd and the Murray-Walker people would run as quickly as Jax seemed to think that they would, but they would be effectively stifled.

And his money worries at the paper would be over once and for all. But what about his own future.

"If the paper eventually folds, I need a contract for my services"

Jax gave a thin smile. "I'll be frank Peter, I like your writing style and I think you have a good sense for the news, but I am not going to agree to putting Cesar Faison's son on air as a TV personality, I am sorry."

Peter nodded.

"But" Jax went on. "I see no reason that even if the paper folds you could not stay on as a writer, maybe even an executive news productor and managing editor of the evening news broadcast."

"You have an evening news broadcast now?"

"Not yet" Hayden smiled. "But we have big big plans for Aurora Media at the Outback Studios."

Peter laughed. Then sat back. "Okay, have your lawyers send over the paperwork to mine, and I think we have a deal."

Jax and Hayden Stood up. "And I think that Prescott Floyd is going to be one very unhappy former Mayor."

Peter stood and shook Jax's hand. "And it could not happen to a nicer guy."

Michael and Maxie had arrived at the Jerome Gallery at nearly the same time as Annie, Connor and Sam. Sam introduced Connor to Michael.

Connor stood back and looked at Maxie. "Man, I have gotten so old." He said giving her a hug. "You were just a baby when I left."

"A little more than that. I was in like third grade."

"Still look at you now. And a kid?"

"Two, a girl Georgie, who lives with her Dad and my son James."

"Just wow"

Ava had come in and shown the group the sketches that Franco had made for the portrait of Alan.

"These are so good" said Michael

Ava nodded. "I would show you the nearly finished paintings of Edward and Lila, but I promised Franco that he could do those honors."

She turned to Connor and taking him by the arm led him over to a large canvas that covered nearly half a wall. It was an oil painting of the Storybrook section of New Orleans just before the turn of the century.

"You Like?" She asked him

"Very much and so will Ethan, who is the artist?"

"One of Franco's veterans."

"Really" said Annie. "From a painting class? Dude's got talent."

"For sure." Ava paused. "This sale would mean a lot to his confidence; he does not think that any one would buy his work."

Connor shook his head. "Ethan will. I am not even going to let him haggle a price. Whatever you are asking, we will pay."

Ava smiled. "Good. Do you think maybe once we get it mounted, we can do an unveiling and maybe have the artist there?"

Connor nodded. "Sure. I am managing the front of the house now. We can make that happen."

"Good, excellent" said Ava.

Sam smiled at her Aunt. She, like so many other people in Port Charles had made real changes in the past few months. Robert Scorpio was good for her it seemed.

"So, tell us about Happy Valley and Edward Hooper." Sam asked.

Ava looked at those present and after a second's quick calculation decided that she could trust them all.

"Well" She said. "You know who Edward Hopper is correct?"

Sam nodded. "Yes, he was the artist who did that painting "Nighthawks" with the people in the diner."

"Oh, yeah" said Maxie "The one with Elvis, Marilyn, James Dean and Humphrey Bogart"

Michael laughed. "That is a kind of reprint, Maxie"

"oh"

Ava shook her head. "Anyway, Hopper is one of the most influential artist in America and from the Upper Nyack region of the Hudson Valley just a ways south of here. He lived from 1882 to the mid-1960s. we have a pretty good catalogue of his works, except for one piece that I recently heard about."

"And you want me to track down that piece?" Sam asked.

Ava nodded. "It would be a major coup. "

"Okay. But what does it have to do with this Happy Valley place?"

"And what is Happy Valley" Annie asked.

"Happy Valley is part of Happy Valley state Park now, down near Oswego. It was a pretty thriving little town from the time that the French settled it before the French and Indian War until it was abandoned during the Great Depression, because of some mysterious illness."

"Mysterious?" Connor asked.

Ava Nodded. "Some say Smallpox, some say the Plague, either way the village went from thriving to abandoned nearly over night. Now all that remains is a burnt out one room schoolhouse, a few silos, and more than a dozen discovered, and many undiscovered, cellar entrances."

"And this has to do with Hopper how?" Sam asked.

"My source an art historian out of Cornell, says that Hopper was at Happy Valley in its last days and painted the final exit from the town. But that the painting was lost in the haunted remains."

"Wait" Said Maxie "This Happy Valley is haunted?"

"That is what they say" Ava replied. "Apparently there have been reports of a Civil War Ghost with a hooked hand, some Indians left from the French and Indian War, and folks from the Depression era. There is one persistent story of a man with 'sad eyes' who asks hikers about 'his Betsy' and then vanishes."

"So, a place called Happy but Haunted" Maxie said thinking out loud. "That is downright Deception."

Before anyone else could speak Serena looked at her Father and said. "You are trying to get to Aunt Brooke?"

"Yeah" Scotty replied.

"But invading the embassy of a friendly nation?"

"Well I would not put it that way" Scotty said, "I just want to get inside."

Serena held up her hand. "Stop do not say another word. I love you Dad, I actually support this idea, but I barely escaped court martial after the Malkooth fiasco, I cannot have anything to do with this."

Scotty nodded. "No, I don't want you in any trouble."

"Good" Serena said.

"I'm in" said Franco.

"Of course, you are." Sighed Elizabeth.

"Oh, come one what is the worse that could happen?" He said with a smile.

"Do not even ask me" His wife said with a grin.

Drew sat back in his chair and looked at Serena, she nodded then leaned over and kissed him.

"Elizabeth" She said when the kiss was over. "Want to go and get a shot of Tequila at the Floating Rib?"

"Sounds like an idea."

Franco laughed. "Do not let the Tequila make your clothes come off"

Elizabeth laughed as she stood up. She placed her hands on the table "And you do not get arrested, killed, kidnapped, framed as a serial killer, have your mind switched with Drew's or any other such nonsense. Break in, get Brooke, get out and be home for dinner."

Drew laughed. "I don't know if we can promise dinner"

"Then Breakfast" said Serena. "Be careful Seal."

"Yes Ma'am"

When the two women had left Scotty sat back in his chair. "Okay so how do we do this."

Drew looked at Franco who looked at his Father and said. "Er, Dad, I think you should let Drew and I do this."

"Why, because I am older?" Snapped Scotty.

"Well?" Franco said.

"Well" Scotty said smiling. "I beat the snot out of Jerry Jax a few weeks ago, have either of you?"

"No"

"No"

"So then, what are our ideas." Scotty Baldwin said with a smile.


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